Matthew glanced at him dismissively. “Don’t pry into my personal life,” he warned.
Abbott flashed an ingratiating smile. “I couldn’t help but be curious. Ms. White has been by your side for quite some time, and I believe she’s a better match for you.”
“Abbott Baron,” Matthew uttered his name slowly, emanating an indescribable aura of authority. Abbott felt a chill run down his spine and shivered. Just as he was about to explain himself, he locked eyes with Matthew’s deceptive smile. “Since you’re so interested in my personal affairs, why don’t we have a seat and discuss this?” Matthew suggested.
Abbott broke out in cold sweat, awkwardly laughing. “No need for that.”
At that moment, the elevator reached its destination floor. Abbott hastily took a step back, creating distance between himself and Matthew.
Matthew gave him a glance before stepping out of the elevator.
Helen seemed to anticipate Matthew’s return to the office and was waiting for him at the door, holding a document in her hand. When she saw Matthew emerge from the elevator, she hurried over. “Mr. Nelson, this document needs your signature.”
She purposefully avoided mentioning the events from yesterday.
Being unreasonably troublesome would only repel him, while being sensible and compliant would help her gain his favor.
Matthew took the document, swiftly signing his name, and handed it back, saying, “Let’s have dinner together.”
Was this his way of making it up to her?
Helen smiled. “Okay.”
“You can choose the restaurant you like.” After all, he was responsible for her.
Helen followed him, briefing him on the upcoming schedule.
When they reached the office door, Helen closed the schedule file and asked, “What would you like to drink?”
“A cup of coffee, please.” He then walked into his office.
Helen went to the pantry to make the coffee. As she saw the newly promoted manager of the human resources department leading Dolores into the pantry, she grew anxious. ‘Why is Dolores Flores here?’ she wondered.
Setting down the coffee pot, Helen walked out of the pantry, blocking the manager’s path and staring at Dolores. “Why are you here?”
Defensive and shocked, Helen’s eyes revealed her surprise. She hadn’t expected Dolores to show up at the company.
Dolores smiled. “I’m a translator for the company.”
Helen clenched her fists, fixating her gaze on Dolores. So, Dolores seduced Matthew after she left that day?
Otherwise, why would she be hired by the company?
Dolores approached and whispered in her ear, “My hubby wants to see me at all times, so he asked me to work here. That way, he can always have me around.”
“Don’t boast about yourself!” Helen glared at her. “Who do you think you are, huh? Who would be interested in you? Go look at yourself in the mirror!”
Though consumed with anger, Helen’s remaining sense urged her not to reveal Dolores’ relationship with Matthew, as everyone in the company knew that she, Helen White, was the woman Matthew would marry in the future.
Seeing Helen’s distress, Dolores sneered.
Ever since Helen provoked Jessica, causing her to suffer from psychosis, they were destined to be enemies.
Helen quickly snapped back to reality. Since she was on her home turf, causing trouble for Dolores would be a piece of cake.
Helen inadvertently glanced at Dolores’ belly and resolved, ‘I won’t allow her to give birth to this baby.’
“Ms. White, do you know Ms. Flores?” the manager of the human resources department asked, sensing their animosity. However, she refrained from making any rash comments and pretended not to notice.
No fool could be found here. The employees working in companies like WY Group were all astute individuals.
Helen curled her lips into her usual smile and replied casually, “We’ve met before. Now that she’s the new translator of the company, leave her to me. I’ll handle her.”
“Great,” the manager responded with a smile.
After the manager’s leaving, Helen deliberately ignored Dolores and went back to the tearoom to make coffee.
Dolores frowned, thinking, ‘Why this woman is so childish? Does Helen think that I will be bothered by such tiny tricks?’
“Ms. White, if you’re busy, I’ll go to my hubby’s office and ask him…”
“Shut up!” Helen had barely managed to control her mood but was soon irritated by the word ‘hubby’ again.
Why didn’t this woman go to hell?!
Dolores smiled, “What is done by night appears by day. Ms. White, you’re the one who offended me first!”
She… Did she know it?
How many details did she know?
No… No way… She wouldn’t have discovered it. That middle-aged woman, the only woman who knew about the truth, had been dead. How could she know about it?
Helen suppressed the anxiety and said calmly, “Sorry, Ms. Flores, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Ms. White, hadn’t you been to MY Apartment Complex?” Dolores asked why she fixed her gaze on Helen’s face.
Helen was stunned for a moment. It turned out that she was talking about this matter.
She hadn’t expected that Dolores would know about it this soon.
But it was okay as long as she hadn’t found out that matter.
Even if this was the case, she wouldn’t admit it. Helen pretended to be confused, “MY Apartment Complex? Is that your domicile, Ms. Flores?”
Dolores sneered and decided not to continue this topic, for both of them were clear of the truth. She asked, “Where’s my working position?”
Helen pointed at the most remote corner of the office, “It’s over there.”
Dolores tried to anger her, “Even if you arrange me to work in a corner, we’re still working in the same room.”
After finishing the words, she headed towards her working position.
There were many documents about WY Group’s new project in A Country, yet the company didn’t find a translator before, so the documents were accumulated.
Helen gave her all the documents and left her no room to have a rest, requesting her to finish the translation of all these documents in two days.
When it was time to get off work, Dolores was still concentrating on the translation of these documents.
When Matthew walked out of his office, Helen had changed the suit she had been wearing during working hours into a long white dress. With her maroon hair and delicate make-up, she looked quite charming and elegant.
She walked over and wrapped her arm around his, “I remember that you favor the dishes of Sanskrit Sky Restaurant, so I booked a table there.”
Matthew replied with a nasal sound blandly, showing little interest in it.
When he inadvertently glanced over Dolores who was sitting in a corner, he slightly raised his eyebrows.
Helen hastily explained, “There was only one vacant working position, so I could just ask her to sit there.” She then added, “I did it partly for my ulterior motive.”
Even if she didn’t point it out, Matthew would be able to see through it.
So, it was a better choice for her to take the initiative to admit this.
She didn’t like Dolores.
She drooped her head, asking, “I’m so petty, right?”
Since Helen was so straightforward, what else could Matthew say?
“Let’s go.” He was still calm, showing no expressional change on his face.
Even he himself couldn’t figure out his feelings for Dolores, not to mention Abbott. He disliked her while at the same time sympathizing with her and having an urge to learn more about her, about the reasons behind her laughter and crying. What secrets did she have behind his back?
She was such an ambivalent woman and triggered his interest.
Seeing that Matthew was not angry, neither did he back up Dolores, Helen felt better and concluded that Matthew didn’t care much about Dolores.
Maybe he was good to Dolores, just for the sake of his mother who had died.
After all, his marriage to Dolores was arranged by his mom.
Helen felt better when thinking of this.
Dolores saw Helen and Matthew leaving arm in arm, but acted as if she didn’t notice them.
She didn’t lift her head until the doors of the lift were closed. ‘They were intimate lovers.’ Dolores thought to herself.
She couldn’t figure out the reasons why Matthew was into Helen, a woman who appeared to be simple and innocent but was indeed scheming.
Nevertheless, this had nothing to do with her.
Dolores lowered her head and laughed bitterly.
She got off work when it was nearly midnight and went back home.
As it was late in the night, there were few people in the whole office building; even the number of cars driving on the road was much less than it was during the day. Compared to the hustle and bustle in the day, it appeared to be quieter.
Dolores was waiting for the taxi by the roadside. After a short while, a taxi drove towards her from not far away.
Dolores waved her hand.
The taxi stopped. Dolores pulled open the door to the backseats and told the driver the destination, “No. 138, Tongfu Road.”
The driver started the car.
Looking at the sceneries that flashed past quickly through the window with her eyes half-closed, Dolores felt a bit sleepy. She then shook her head to cheer herself up.
After a while, she found that there was something wrong with the direction that the car was heading, “Excuse me, my destination is No. 138, Tongfu Road.”
The driver turned his head to look at her and smiled, “I drive a taxi all year round and I know which routes are shortcuts.”
Dolores nodded. She was not familiar with that district after all.
About ten minutes later, the car still hadn’t arrived at its destination. If the driver had driven according to the normal route, they would have arrived. He chose a shortcut, yet they still hadn’t arrived. Dolores felt that something was wrong…